"Are you selling those mulberries?" Yuan Zhou repeated when he saw the old man blanking out.
When Yuan Zhou asked, he spoke with a gentle tone. Even Broth contributed by whimpering for a bit, behaving quite adorably and seemingly trying to prove that he indeed wouldn't bite.
The two baskets the old man was carrying on his carrying pole were filled with purplish-black mulberries of different sizes. Perhaps they had been plucked for quite a while as they looked somewhat withered, but of course, they were still very fresh.
When the old man heard the question, he looked at Yuan Zhou in astonishment, and only reacted after Yuan Zhou repeated his question.
"You want to… want to buy these?" the old man asked as he pointed at the baskets.
"Yes, they look good," Yuan Zhou nodded.
